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... on the garden. Petals swayed in the breeze, but a certain heaviness lingered beneath the beauty—a silence that carried unspoken truths.
Amelia sat beside her mother on the swing, neither of them speaking for a time. The quiet was no longer uncomfortable. It was needed.
But eventually, her mother gently rose.
"I should prepare something for your father. He hasn’t eaten all day," she murmured, brushing off her skirt.
Amelia stood as well, offering to help, but her m ...
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